Angel.

When the feeling of her drunk peers breath became too much for her, she shoved her way out of the group, a smile ingrained on her face. This was where she thrived, in the elegant chaos of a public setting. Grabbing the sides of her dress, she made her way to her table to catch her breath and scan the crowd for her next dance partner, she perked up when her eyes fell upon Harlem and Bailey. The two people she genuinely wanted to spend this night with were together. 

Very together. Extremely together. Like tongues tied together.

An unfamiliar tingle spread throughout her body. Something about seeing them together, seeing them kiss, and not knowing anything about their relationship made her feeling a little nauseous. If they were kissing anyone else it would’ve been fine. Just not each other. Sandy needed to get out of here, just for a second. Soon her legs were bringing her outside, the feeling of fresh air on her body was soothing. 

“Harlem?” To be honest, he had also been looking for her, just to make sure she was okay and everything wasn’t damned to hell with their sort of friendship. “What are you talking about?” If his head hadn’t been buzzing between the noise and stupid feelings, he would have maybe thought there was a hint of jealousy in her voice. But if he had, he probably wouldn’t have believed it. What did she have to be jealous over? She’s a literal goddess who can have any boy she desires in the school.

“Yes, Harlem Fitzherbert. I, um, didn’t know you two knew each other. Or were,” She bit her lip, uncertain of how to say this without making herself seem even crazier. “Seeing each other.” The goddess paused, reflecting on how ridiculous she was being. This was Barley. If he wanted to be with a girl then fine, it shouldn’t matter to Sandy what he does in his romantic time but this was Harlem. The same Harlem who had confided her entire world into the goddess and would be one of her best friends for the rest of their lives, and she knew the way Bailey jumped from girl to girl to get the closest thing to a feeling. Maybe that’s why Sandy was so uncomfortable with this whole situation, she couldn’t take seeing one best friend break another best friend’s heart, but even this realization didn’t satisfy the unnatural frustration that lurked in her mind.

Bailey had been looking everywhere for Sandrine, having lost her when she excused herself earlier. He thought maybe he had missed her, between the Harlem situation and all the people, but he couldn’t be sure. Speaking of Harlem, he couldn’t seem to find her anywhere, but his priority was Sandrine.

They had agreed to go tonight as friends, the word making Bailey’s heart ache on the inside. He knew he shouldn’t be complaining, considering she even decided to go with him at all, but these stupid feelings made everything difficult. He hated how it made him feel on the inside, like he was dying even more than he usually felt. He thought about her all the time, even managing to write not only one, but three songs about the whole situation. It was getting ridiculous, but he knew he could never say anything. He couldn’t ruin things.

When the feeling of her drunk peers breath became too much for her, she shoved her way out of the group, a smile ingrained on her face. This was where she thrived, in the elegant chaos of a public setting. Grabbing the sides of her dress, she made her way to her table to catch her breath and scan the crowd for her next dance partner, she perked up when her eyes fell upon Harlem and Bailey. The two people she genuinely wanted to spend this night with were together. 

Very together. Extremely together. Like tongues tied together.

An unfamiliar tingle spread throughout her body. Something about seeing them together, seeing them kiss, and not knowing anything about their relationship made her feeling a little nauseous. If they were kissing anyone else it would’ve been fine. Just not each other. Sandy needed to get out of here, just for a second. Soon her legs were bringing her outside, the feeling of fresh air on her body was soothing. 

[text]:Am I wrong?

[text]:Are you going to that party?

[text]:Aren’t we friends or something else?

[text]:Aren’t you worried?

[text]:Being good is great!

[text]:Bad guys always get what they want.

[text]:Can we get back to the start?

[text]:Can we repeat on what I did yesterday?

[text]:Do you really love me?

[text]:Don’t ever touch me again.

[text]:Don’t tell me on what I should do.

[text]:Don’t you dare!

[text]:Ew! You’re disgusting.

[text]:Forgive me.

[text]:God forbid that to happen.

[text]:Gee, sensitive much?

[text]:Help me. Some guy just winked at me.

[text]:I called you like 20 times earlier.

[text]:I love you but not in that way.

[text]:I’ll never be good enough for you.

[text]:I’ll never trust you.

[text]:I’m tiny and angry. What do you expect?

[text]:I need you right now.

[text]:I saw what you did.

[text]:It’s going to be worth it. I can feel it.

[text]:K.

[text]:Look at he/she/xe. I’ll never beat he/she/xem.

[text]:My emotions are out of my control.

[text]:No way in hell!

[text]:Oh… so you never thought we were… something?

[text]:On my way!

[text]:Sarcasm is not that nice, you know.

[text]:Save me from myself.

[text]:Stop being so adorable, geez.

[text]:Sue me.

[text]:Take me home.

[text]:Talk about what you did want to talk about earlier.

[text]:Thanks for tonight.

[text]:The reason is you.

[text]:Tell me one thing that you like about me.

[text]:Too fab for you.

[text]:What are we?

[text]:What are you doing tonight?

[text]:Where you at? I’ll pick you up.

[text]:Will you come back?

[text]:Won’t you stay?

[text]:Why don’t we go somewhere else?

[text]:You looked fab!

[text]:You hate me, do you?

[text]:You’re still my friend.

[text]:You’re too precious for me.

C H A R A C T E R  A E S T H E T I C – ( ; the boxer )